Dark Days

CHAPTER 35

Jack sat down on a small stone bench outside the gates of the Prometheans’ country estate, watching the empty road. “What exactly are we going to do now?”

Pete massaged her forehead. “I have no idea. I just didn’t want that bitch to think she got the upper hand.”

“She’s right, though,” Jack said. “Much as I thought those words would never march across my lips. If Legion has a full complement of elementals and Fae, he’ll liquidate us the minute we land within a mile of that monastery.”

Pete pulled out her mobile and dialed up a local cab company. “So what do we do?” she asked while they had her on hold. “I mean, aside from getting hold of a teleport spell. Do those even exist?”

“I met somebody once, in Amsterdam, who said he did it,” Jack said. “Turns out he just ate too many hash brownies and thought he’d walked through a wall. Tried to do it in front of me and knocked himself out.”

“Maybe we could summon him,” Pete said. Jack felt the ache in his bones start up again at the very thought.

“Do we really want to summon Legion? He’s going to be one angry little cult leader when we zap him out of his cozy compound and into our sitting room.”

“When you want to take down a target you have to separate him from the herd and run him to ground,” Pete said. “And I think that’s our best hope.” She frowned at Jack. “If you’re up for it.”

“I could not be less up for anything,” he said. “But sure, why the fuck not? The worst he can do is kill us and burn London to the ground, and wait, that’s already happening.”

He thought about watching Seth vanish in his dream, and rubbed a hand over his face to dispel the cobwebs from his brain. If he was going to work a summoning on this scale, he needed to be sharp.

Pete gave the cab their address and shut her mobile. “Good,” she said. “Tell me what you need from me so we can nail this bastard to the wall.”